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"Aelis is a special girl, indeed," a voice--familiar, yet far away--echoes in her mind. "Go ahead, give her your love, my special girl..."

Aelis hooks her tail around the kobold's back, pulling her in, knocking her forward until the hard member pokes her nostril. Kret snorts, wiping her snout clean.

The Lamia pulls her tail in, squeezing her closer against her pole, rubbing the slime-coated member over Kret's cheeks. Needing to breathe properly, Kret opens her mouth, only to have the thing shove down deeper inside her.

Aelis holds her in place with that tail of hers and pushes herself forward using her dancing maneuvers. Her body writhes in a sensual and expressive dance, but the kobold only notices the thick throbbing meat that pushes against her throat. She tries to please her lover, but finds herself much too occupied pushing herself away. But why would she do that? Why forsake the love of Aelis? Why try to escape the only one who matters?"

Thoughts like that sink away to the deeper places, where they are drowned out by the sounds of spit and precum sloshing around inside of her throat. The rod invades the back of her throat, clogging her windpipe. The kobold gags, coughing with all the force her lungs and diaphragm can muster. It's then that the lamia's femdick releases, shooting shot after desperate shot down inside of her, threatening to drown her in hermaphroditic sperm.

Kret clutches at her throat, feeling not her scales, but the cold metal that is attached to it. That is when her eyes open once more, seeing the onlookers leering at her punishment. Her punishment, not her loving embrace.

Vijaya raises his hand and shouts to his pet, and Aelis only lets Kret go at that order. The lamia strokes human fingers over her reptilian penis, licking her blood-stained lips once more at the sight of the downed kobold.

Kret hacks up mucus and cum from her throat, her body retching, fighting not to hurl even as her throat burns on the inside.

"That poor slave girl," Vijaya jeers, "she thinks Aelis is done with her. She can't be more wrong."

Kret gasps and swings her claw towards the snake, only to have a strong arm catch her by the wrist. Kret kicks and scratches where she can, but is powerless when the lamia's fangs descend once more into her flesh, biting at her other shoulder this time.

Her resistance wanes, and she once again falls into the world of darkness and of love. Soon, the hands of the delightful lover wrap around her small body, pulling her in close, pressing her back against the pillowy breasts of hers. Kret almost purrs as she licks the lamia's chin. Aelis smiles, returning the lick. She then looks down between her legs where a throbbing cock rises once again--an insatiable beast awaiting its next meal.

Kret cuddles her lover's cheek and then whispers to her. "I'll handle this, my love."

Aelis blinks, but nods, and soon, through a series of weaves and slides, the lamia finds herself on her back, hands propping her head up as the kobold rests on her stomach. Kret scoots over the lamia's humanoid belly, letting her feel how ready she is with her drooling sex. Her slit kisses the side of the pole, and the thing twitches, leaking just a little bit of pre before settling down. "Just watch this, my love. I'll handle everything for your pleasure."

Kret remembers her times working both as a seamstress and the moonlighting she did at the establishment's seedier side. Many of the men who had used her body back then enjoyed sitting back and letting her take the lead. Despite her small size, she has always been resilient, and even though Aelis is monstrously sized for a woman, her length is nothing compared to other creatures she had taken before. Kret lifts herself up, standing on her toes and gazing into her lover's eyes as she lowers herself onto the pole. Aelis is entranced by the display, licking her lips, her cock quivering in the anticipation. When the slit presses up against the tip and spreads to swallow it, a soft grunt escapes the snake woman's lips. Soon, Kret rests her knees upon the ground as she lowers herself, her tail supporting her body as the Lamia's dick pushed itself deeper into her. The sensation is like that she had felt before, yet a million times more wonderful. Nothing could ever break this spell her beloved had on her, even if she used Kret much like those men.

Kret tries herself down, frowning at some half-remembered discomfort. Inside, the tip knocks on the door of her innermost chamber. Kret's tongue rolls out and her eyes roll back as she feels the bulge in her stomach growing. Though she sits on Aelis's tail now, she is not done, and she lifts herself up, only to throw herself back down upon her lover's body.

Over and over again, Kret pleasures the snake with no regard to her own safety. And why should she? Her mistress has only the best intentions for her, after all. What's a little pain when it comes to hearing her moan or watching her writhe around in the unbridled joy of being serviced by a loving slave?

Aelis coils her tail around her toy, wrapping her arms around Kret as she constricts the kobold around her. The embrace is so tight, so loving. It's like the lamia will never ever let her go, and Kret screams into her soft chest, proclaiming her undying devotion.

Then, Aelis shoots deep into her. Her cock straining with each shot as it fills Kret's womb with the lamia's seed, her deepest chambers catching the sperm inside her to save for when she next forms an egg. Shame it would go to waste. What better father would there be than the lovely Aelis?

"That's enough, my dear," Vijaya's voice breaks free to Kret. The kobold's eyes focus back, seeing the white snake woman before her as if for the first time. Her sex is sore, her belly feeling as if it is stretched thin, and a wave of shame floods over her. Surely, nothing can get worse.

"Now that you've had your fun, why don't you proceed to the main course?"

Aelis's tongue slithers out in a quick and satisfied hiss, and Kret has to wonder what the 'main course' is. That is, until the lamia's stomach grumbles, like the roar of a mad beast.